“My turn.” Fern slides off the barstool, giving Wayan a quick peck on the lips before selecting her axe and taking her position in front of the target.
Just like me, she’s a curvy girl wearing a short skirt, but hers is tight, hugging her ass for everyone to see as she lifts her arms above her head, pushing her breasts up and out, and then throws the axe. Unlike me, she doesn’t hit a bull’s-eye. With a fake pout, she walks back to Wayan, who looks ready to throw her over his shoulder and go for round two in Dean’s office.
Just then, Dean walks by, taking in the scene before him. “Nope, my office is off-limits for the rest of the night. I need to get some work done. Besides, you were already in there once tonight.” He walks off, mumbling about getting a lock for his office to keep out all the horny mountain men.
Axe throwing is definitely going to be a big hit for my date night customers.
“Fine.” Now it’s Wayan’s turn to pout. “I guess I’ll just have to take you home and have my way with you.” With that, Wayan stands, grabs Fern, and swings her onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Put me down,” she laughs, tugging at her skirt. “Or everyone will see my bare ass.”
“Good.” He playfully slaps her on the butt. “Then everyone will know how lucky I am to have you in my bed.” Wayan muscles his way through the crowd, Fern still laughing and slung over his shoulder.
Envy hits me hard when I watch how cute they are together. It’s time to make my move. I need to find out whether Wilder has feelings for me or if it’s time for me to move on, because I want what Fern and Wayan have. Right now, how things stand, I only have half of that with Wilder.
“I suppose we should call it a night, too.” Wilder tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, making me want to scream. Are these truly just innocent touches from a friend? Or is it that he can’t help but touch me?
“Right,” I say, my heart still racing from his touch. “We have dates two and six tomorrow—a chocolate tasting at The Sweet Spot candy shop, then pottery class at Kiln Time.”
Tomorrow is Saturday, so we decided to cross off two dates from our list in one day. If my plan works out the way I want it to, we’ll spend all day in bed together on Sunday, not worrying about a date-night list.
“So, a day spent getting dirty with clay and filling up on sweets.” Wilder lifts my coat from the back of my chair, and like the gentleman he is, he helps me put it on. “I couldn’t ask for a better day.”
I want to tell him I could think of the perfect way to end the day, but instead I set my plan in motion. “Don’t forget to bring an extra set of clothes to my house tomorrow. As you said, it can get really dirty playing with clay. You’ll probably want to take a shower before we go to the candy shop.” My voice is light and casual, unlike the turmoil raging inside me.
It won’t be the first time Wilder has taken a shower at my place, what with his cabin being so far up in the mountains. He’s also spent a few nights in my guest bedroom, so nothing about this should tip him off and ruin my plan.
“Sounds like a plan.” He slips on his jacket, takes my hand, and leads me into the chilly night, with no clue what the plan really is.
three
Wilder
“This isn’t exactly howI imagined this was going to work.” I scowl at the lump of clay on my wheel, willing it to take any shape other than the blob it currently is.
“And what exactly were you expecting?” Aspen’s laugh fills the empty workshop.
It seems Sadie had more cancellations than usual today, so we have the whole area to ourselves. Not that I mind being alone with Aspen. I just hoped it would be so busy that we would have to share a wheel and reenact the scene from the movie Ghost—the PG version of course.
I can’t exactly admit to Aspen that I expected to be sitting behind her, my front pressed tightly against her back, my arms wrapped around her. Instead of lacing our fingers together and shaping the clay, I imagine her shaping the clay while I kiss her neck, run my hands over her chest, and massage her nipples into tight peaks.
It’s bad enough that the vision is so vivid in my mind, but with the old, tight, thin t-shirt Aspen is wearing, I can see those damn hard nipples mocking me. When Aspen warned me to wear old clothes, I had no idea hers would be so worn. Now my cock is standing at attention, waiting for me to make my move—which I plan to make, just not today.
“That I could make something other than a lump of nothing,” I say instead of what I’m really thinking.
“Here,” she says with a laugh, standing and walking over to my station. “Let me help you.” Shocked beyond belief, I watch asshe swings her leg over my chair, positioning herself behind me. Her hard nipples press against my back as she reaches around me, placing her hands over mine, lacing our fingers together, and shaping the clay into something almost recognizable. “Much better,” she whispers against my ear.
I’m a big guy with broad shoulders, but that doesn't stop Aspen from guiding my hands over the clay. To do so, she presses her body tighter against mine, opening her thighs wider to accommodate my hips, and I swear I can feel the heat of her pussy through her jeans on my back.
Gritting my teeth, I open my mouth to ask her a question, but all thoughts fly out of my head when I feel her hips shift against my back over and over, almost as if she’s using it to get herself off, which can’t be right—can’t it?
When her breath hitches against my ear and her body shivers, precum shoots from my cock, and I know without looking that there’s a wet spot on my jeans, thinking about Aspen orgasming right behind me.
“Sorry,” Sadie walks into the studio, conveniently cockblocking me. “But your time is up. I have a private party that rented the studio for the rest of the night.” To her credit, Sadie looks sorry for interrupting us. I wonder if she saw anything, or if it’s because Aspen and I are now sharing a chair.
“That’s okay.” Aspen slides out from behind me, and my back feels cold from the loss of her body heat. “We need to get ready for the second date.”
With more enthusiasm than I feel, I let Aspen lead me to the sink to get cleaned up, leaving me wondering if I dreamed the whole orgasm thing. Then I notice her eyes keep shifting to the wet spot on the front of my pants and the proud smile tugging at her lips. The little minx knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
